Thank you, everyone. I am overwhelmed by the response.
Things are hectic here. The wake is Wednesday, and we leave Thursday, at 7am, to go to the airport for the flight to Indianapolis for the wedding on my mom's side of the family.
My parents are going to make the 6 plus hour round trip. My mom doesn't want me to do it. She is being a mom, and worrying about me, and wants me to conserve myself for the trip to Indy, with the two kids. Between the RA/Lupus, the new med not working, the heat, the brain thingy and numbness/facial pain. I just don't know either.
I could scream.
I haven't decided what I am doing yet.
I can't get this song out of my head, so I decided to share the lyrics with you all.
Uncle Larry would appreciate it. Although, he was more of a country, and 50's rock fan. LOL
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.